Getting on a bit

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With all the work that I do it is hardly surprising that once in a while I feel really tired and out of the game. Naturally as I get older I suppose that will increase or I will find myself doing far less than I do now. I already do less than I once did in any one day but still find things to do to fill my time. I suffer little with my health but every now and then things happen which are disconcerting and leave me feeling a bit concerned. As an example, on Sunday morning I woke up rather abruptly with a severe cramp in the calf muscles of my left leg. The pain was agonising and long-lived, so long it lasted throughout the day to a lesser degree. As one does with cramp I tried to massage the leg but it made little difference and was awkward to do in any case. After what seemed like many minutes, though probably less than thirty seconds, the pain eased off enough to be just about bearable. I was sat on the side of the bed by this time but something else was affecting me which I am sure was unconnected to the cramp, though I may be wrong about that. I was sweating, a sort of cold sweat. I felt somewhat nauseous and thought I was going to faint. My breathing was shallow as if the ailment was causing it, which it probably was and I felt really bad for a couple of minutes. Once the cramp had subsided to a manageable level I was able to lie down and relax again. An hour or so later it felt as though nothing had happened though the pain in the leg remained with me. Over the last couple of years I have noticed an increase in foot cramp occurrences affecting either the toes, usually the big toe, or other parts of the foot such as the instep and the side of the foot. Nobody really knows what causes these cramps so I am led to believe but they may have something to do with the ageing process. Although I wasn’t feeling my best on Sunday I had enough energy to do some walking though only on the treadmill, for two reasons, one, the weather wasn’t particularly pleasant and two, I could monitor myself whilst on the treadmill. I can check pulse rates and know exactly the speed I am travelling. I can also alter the conditions, the speed, the gradient and the duration. Going out for a walk, though better, doesn’t usually permit monitoring and much of it is guesswork. Should I feel that something is wrong whilst exercising I am in the right place at home. By early evening I was feeling as right as rain, back to my old self and ready for the next day. Tiredness, ageing, lack of respite all take their toll I am sure but I’m not ready to just sit on my butt all day long, not yet.

Shirley Anne

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